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The Werewolf King's Bride

Warning: Mature Content Trigger Warning: Abuse, Trauma, Psychological *It's full of red flags. Don't tell me I didn't warn you all. Blue Learley, a seventeen-year-old girl, lived in a small town with her parents and two brothers. Everything was going as usual until that fateful night when her life changed forever. Demetrius Easton, the merciless werewolf king, got his eyes on her and wanted her as his bride. When her own parents sold her to him, she had no way of escaping him and no one to turn to for help. *** “I don’t want to stay away for too long. Sometimes I fear the bird might fly away.” “The bird doesn’t have a home. The outside world is dangerous for it. And besides, the bird has already found its freedom inside,” I said. “The bird won’t fly away.” ‘So you don’t have to cut its wings since it did not grow them in the first place. It’s okay. The bird likes the cage anyway.’ *** Support my other works: *Silence*- It is a crime-filled thriller novel with a blooming romance between two teenagers. It is about love, friendship and betrayal. Trust me, the twists will keep you on edge. The Mask Of The Monster where you can read the love blooming between a human girl and a terrifying-looking monster The cover is not mine. Source: Devianart

Proteety_Promi · Fantasy
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591 Chs

Can I Hold Him?

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

All those times felt like an eternity. I could hear, I was alive, but I could not open my eyes. I could feel touches, I could feel her touch, every time she stroked my face, kissed me, hugged me, but I could do nothing. I wanted to hug her too, kiss her and just talk to her, tell her it would be alright. But I knew it maybe would not be. 

I would not have known what was going on unless she told it all to me all those times she would come here. When she did not, I felt like the darkness was consuming me. 

And then, I could open my eyes today. With the sharp pain on my shoulder, the warm touch of her hands, and that look on her face… She was like a different creature. She had fangs, my blood was on her lips, dripping from her fangs. Her blue eyes had slit pupils and her tongue was split and thin. But it was her.